What I want

I know what I want and what I want is simple. I want to be left alone by the people that I hate, using that word in all of it's meaning. I want people to be consistent, to do what they say and not say one thing and do another. Give the truth and take the truth straight up rather than acting like a politicians, and kissing babies while signing legislation for war. I want justice meted out where it is due, though no man or woman is in the position to decide that. I want people to stop trying to convince me that there is a god, as far as I'm concerned, fairytales like that are for young children. I want to stop being thrown on my arse. I want these journal entries to be private, like they were meant to be in the first place. I want people to realise what I write in this space does not apply to real life, and that some thoughts are fleeting. I want Fran to stop being able to throw me on my arse. I want to stop living life like a dog chasing cars. I want other people to ask and think rather than just speak. I want to be able to live to try achieve these wishes. That is all I want and it is simple.